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Love You, Hate You
Chapter 9
Around the same time that Luna was making her prediction, the Dark Lord was in the middle of torturing Lucius Malfoy.
"Crucio! Did you know that your son was consorting with the Potter Boy? Did you?!" Voldemort practically spat out, releasing Lucius long enough for him to answer.
"N-no, m-my l-lord. I h-had n-no w-way of kn-knowing." Lucius was barely able to stutter out, due to the huge amount of crucios' he had been put under.
"Crucio!" Voldemort snarled another curse at him before turning away from him to go back to his throne. (AN. I love Lucius getting Crucio'ed. Despite loving Lucius as a good guy, I think it is totally awesome sometimes to see him as a bad guy. If anyone looks back at chapter 8, you will notice that I had Lucius put under the cruciatus once or twice. See, I love it!)
No one dared to say anything for fear of being the next ones under the cruciatus curse. Their Lord had summoned them some 20 minutes previously and he had immediately called Lucius forward. Once Lucius had stepped forward, the Dark Lord had begun to throw the cruciatus at him.
At every three minute interval, the Dark Lord would let up to let Lucius catch his breath only for him to be placed under again. It was a horrible scene to witness, but no one was brave enough to step forward and defend him. (AN. They are all pathetic little bugs. )
After a few moments of silence, the Dark Lord began to speak to his assembled Death Eaters, "Early this evening I came to the conclusion that to gain this new great power, the Vampire King, someone is going to have to go into their ranks to get him for me. Obviously, I can not personally do this for many reasons, but it would have to be one of you, my faithful servants.
"Up until a couple of hours ago, I had as of yet decided on which one of you I was to send, but as certain news has come to light; I have made a decision on which one of you I shall be sending."
'Hmmm…I wonder which one of us will get chosen to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes? I hope it is me.' Yaxley thought, slightly daydreaming of all the praise that he would receive if he was given this task and succeeded.
Voldemort stopped speaking to look out at all of his Death Eater's. He had summoned every single Death Eater in his service, except for one. Severus Snape. The Dark Lord wouldn't call him until he had relayed his plan to everyone else in his service. Then, when Severus came he would bring with him the one would complete his mission.
"As you all have heard here tonight, we have some disturbing things to discuss. Now, it would seem that the Malfoy heir, Draco Malfoy, is not together with Pansy Parkinson like he would have everyone else believe. No, he doesn't even like girls/women. In today's society that is fine, but it is the one that he is with that is the problem." Voldemort said softly, making it seem like he was calm, but in reality he was anything even remotely calm.
"Does anyone see what I'm getting at? What I'm trying to tell you?" Voldemort asked sickenly sweet. He didn't even wait for an answer before he began to talk again, "He is with Harry Bloody Potter! Can anyone tell me how this came to be? Can anyone explain this to me? Hmmm? Anyone?"
'HARRY POTTER?!' Rang throughout everyone's minds at their Lord's announcement. They had had a small inkling as to what their Lord was talking about when he had been crucioing Lucius, but nothing concrete. But now their Lord had just blatantly shouted it out to them, so there was not doubt in any of their minds that this statement wasn't true.
Nobody answered. Every single Death Eater was practically cowering in fear (and slight anger at this revelation) at the rage and power rolling off the Dark Lord.
"Anyone? No one? Pity." Voldemort continued, "Well, it doesn't matter if anyone can explain it to me how this had happened. I will just be asking the young Malfoy heir myself once he gets here."
Narcissa Malfoy, however, looked like she wanted to say something, but Lucius, who had moved to shakily stand by his wife once he had been able to, touched her hand to stop her. He knew that if she was to say anything, he would be tortured and she killed.
So, she subsided and went back to staring at the far wall. Lucius had just breathed a silent sigh of relief when it suddenly turned into a gasp of pain when he was hit with another Crucio, for the Dark Lord had seen the small exchange between them happen.
After a minute of holding the curse, Voldemort lifted the curse and sat for a moment in thought.
"This is good news in a way, it I was to sit and think about it for awhile. If Potter really likes young Malfoy, which I'm sure he does, then we should be able to use this to our advantage. Instead of just using the young Malfoy as a way to obtain the Vampire King, we can use him as bait to capture the Potter brat too." Voldemort mused, smiling maliciously.
Everyone cowered away from the Dark Lord again. When the Dark Lord got this…gleeful about something, someone always ended up dead.
"Now, all I need to do is call Severus to me and have him bring young Draco with him, so that I may put my plan in motion. Wormtail, come-." He was interrupted by a loud sound like thunder. The Death Eaters looked all around for the thing that had made the thunder sound.
Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, followed by a voice that made everyone in the room snarl in anger.
"You won't be getting your hands on anyone, Tom. Especially not on my Dragon."
"Potter?!" Voldemort snarled, looking at Harry who was standing in the middle of the room.
Moments passed by in shocked silence at the sudden appearance of their worst enemy within their midst. They were enraged that he had somehow found a way into Riddle Manor undetected and unharmed. This should have been impossible with all the wards that surround the Manor.
"Potter, how nice of you to join us. I was actually-." Voldemort had begun to say, like he always does. (AN. Why is it that all bad guys like to talk before doing anything? Do they just like to hear their voice? What's up with that? So annoying. Sorry, on with the story.)
"Shut up! You always talk too much, Tommy boy. And I'm here to make sure you never talk again." Harry spat out, his green eyes blazing fiercely.
He was sick and tired of every time Riddle and him came across each other's path, Riddle always decided to start their meeting with spouting off some nonsense. It was always the same; talking about how he was the greatest wizard of all time and how he was going to rule the world. Oh, and how he was finally going to kill Harry.
'How dare he talk to our Lord like that? He needs to learn some respect!' Bellatrix snarled to herself, pulling forth her wand to throw a hex at Harry. She would show that little whelp who was the betters in the Wizarding world.
She was stopped though by Voldemort, "Nobody is to do anything. He is mine to finish!"
The Dark Lord looks back into Harry's green blazing eyes with his own blazing red ones and snarls, "We'll see. Crucio!"
And so the curses began to fly between Harry and the Dark Lord. The Death Eaters to the different corners of the room to give the two battling figures more room, but staying to watch them fight. Many wanted to jump in and help their Lord, but they knew the consequences if they were to do so and none of them wanted to be at the end of their Lord's wand.
Minutes and spells flew by before total silence encompasses the room. For at the feet of Harry Potter, the Light's Golden Boy and Boy-Who-Lived, was the very dead body of the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.
The Death Eaters were stuck in place by shock, disbelief, and fear when Harry turned to look at them. Harry Potter had fangs! He was a Vampire!
'How can this be? How can that mere pathetic boy defeat the Dark Lord? No, it's not possible!' Lucius thought, not able to move for he was immobilized with utter disbelief that his Lord could be defeated by a 16 year old boy.
'My…Lord! No! He can't be dead. He just can't!' Bellatrix was almost hysterical in her thoughts at seeing Lord Voldemort dead at Harry's feet.
'A…Vampire? No…he can't be!' Were the thoughts of Wormtail, who was slowly trying to make his way out of the room through the side door.
However, before anyone could do anything more Harry had lifted his wand, pointed it at them all, and hissed something. The next thing any of them knew, they were all tied up and bound by ropes.
Harry gave a final comment, "Now, you will all get what you all deserve and you will no longer be able to terrorize people or your own children," before he hissed something else, effectively knocking every Death Eater out.
Many Death Eater's last thoughts were, 'What does he mean our children? How did he know?' Then no more was thought.
Harry looked at all the knocked out Death Eaters and decided something.
"Expecto Patronum! 'Come to Riddle Manor. This is Harry Potter and I have defeated Voldemort. I have all the Death Eaters bound and knocked out. Come to Riddle Manor.' Go to the Auror Department immediately." Harry told his stag patronus when it had appeared.
Before any aurors showed up, Harry bent down to retrieve Voldemort's wand at which he placed it in his robes for later thinking. Just then, he could hear the vague sounds of people apparating onto the grounds.
Moments later and the doors were thrown open, spilling about thirty or so aurors into the room. They all stopped in their tracks though at seeing Harry standing over the body of the most feared Dark Lord surrounded by over one hundred unconscious Death Eaters.
'Wha-?' Were the thoughts that ran through most, if not all, of the aurors minds at seeing this spectacle.
"Harry? You did all this?" Nymphadora Tonks, with her hair dark blue, asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, I was…well, I was very angry." Harry admitted, sheepishly dragging his hand through his hair.
'Angry? Try royally pissed.' A few aurors thought to themselves in disbelief, looking around them at all the Death Eater's.
"Well, I would say so. But, I've seen you angry before and you've never did something like this before. Nothing to this degree at least. So, what made you so angry?" Tonks asked inquiringly, still looking about her at the Death Eater's.
Harry stood up straight with righteous anger, "He threatened to harm someone I love."
"Who? One of your friends?" Kinsley Shacklebolt, Head Auror, asked looking curious.
"No. My Dragon. And no one threatens my Dragon." Harry said fiercely, nostrils practically flaring with his anger.
"Your…Dragon?" A nameless auror asked. All the aurors looked confused at his answer. Who was his Dragon?
"Yes, my Dragon. Now, if you all will excuse me, I have a delivery to make. Oh, and if you wouldn't mind, tell the minister if he wants me, I will be at Hogwarts. Also, I will be attending all these Death Eater's trials, so make sure to let the Wizengamot know, please. Thank you and goodbye for now." Harry replied before reaching down to grab onto Voldemort's body and disapparating out; leaving behind confused and shocked aurors in his wake.
"So, who wants to be the one to go and report to Fudge?" Tonks jokingly asked, looking around at her fellow aurors. A few chuckled weakly and began to walk around and gather the unconscious Death Eaters before apparating away.
*I think I only found a few things that I changed different word choice, so… Again I'm sorry if I've disappointed anyone who have any misconceived expectations on what I could change. But I just couldn't really find any and I still don't have a beta. Hopefully, there are still some who like my story. Enjoy!
Alright, I am just rambling, so please review. Thanks.
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